Chapter 4: Zoned Out

As I stand there looking at Amelia with disbelief, A male nurse walks in and is a tad startled at the sight of me with a bewildered face and the stunning red head that is doubled over laughing at my predicament. Inside me was a mess and I don't mean in the health perspective, I mean emotional. A concoction of anger, fear and a hint of joy gripped my being as I slowly realized that I was more fucked than a whore on free Sunday.I was suddenly snapped out of my thought as a hand was placed on my right shoulder, I got startled as I was catapulted from my train of thought. Instincts overwhelmed you body as my muscles began to tense and my body began to move on its own, my left hand quickly shift to the hand on my shoulder. Where as my right moves to the elbow, with this I force the elbow to lock up. As a lumberjack brings an axe down from his right to his left, I do, forcing the nurse... Wait nurse? Fuck! As much as I want to stop from throwing him it's already too late as he is thrown to the ground and my knee is on his throat, ready to crush his windpipe if deemed dangerous. After everything speeds up I'm left with s cold look in my eyes, one of a killer. I quickly jump up and help the nurse up, whom is still trying to figure out what happened before Amelia grabs me and looks in my eyes with a serious look. Moving my face closer to hers, as weird as it is to say, she smells good even if the good smell is mixed with sweat.

" So you're a Grappler? Like to get on the ground and put your opponent in different positions that take advantage of them?" As right as she was on this explanation on grappling it wasn't how I would have worded it. She quickly continued not letting me tell her it was instinct.

"Not only a grappler but that last thro ended with what looked like what would be a death blow... You're gonna have to quell those kill moves till fights to the death but you seemed to master those moves and your reaction time is amazing! I could barely keep up! That's saying something as it's a boxer's job to follow their opponents movements." I tried to remain calm on the inside, putting the though of she may find out in the back of my head. I began to rub my temples to think of a way to kill the headmaster and get out of this school. That damned asshole! He could have at least mentioned fighting! I shoved that thought to the back of my head and focused on how to get out of here. Unfortunately the events leading up to this and the blood I lost to the damsel in front of me my brain is kind of pudding. Mmm chocolate pudding.... With that I snapped back to reality as Amelia was going on about something with the clubs and daily fights. I quickly stopped her and chuckle,

"I'm not gonna have to worry about that, I'll be-" she laughs and with no warning she throws a quick jab, lightning fast but easy to keep up with but still impressive. With my left I parry, pushing her fist past and putting my fist to her face. Having half a mind to follow through but have to force myself to have more chivalry, this isn't Ivan. People aren't equal in my mind anymore, I can't hit a woman unless its... I can't hit a woman, people wouldn't like that. I move my fist away from her face and search for the rest of my uniform, trying to keep this persona up. She is left speechless as I gather stuff up, quickly putting my blood stained white button up before slipping the suit jacket on and fixing my hair. The bell begins to ring and I curse under my breath, gathering up my stuff. I look at Amelia and raise a brow,

"You going to class or do I need to fight the hall monitor to go to class?"

I chuckle and open the sliding doors before jogging down the hallway, not knowing where my class is. As I jog down the hallway other students spill into the halls all of them of different ethnicities and their body types all vary. Upon scanning over the crowd I spot what looks to be a teacher, I quickly snake through the crowd towards the teacher. As I approach the teacher I get shoulder checked, hard. The check sends me to the ground, knocking a bit of the wind out of me. Ivan kicks in as a well placed hand and a impressive amount of strength not only keeps me from falling on my ass but back handspringing onto my feet. As I let out a wheeze and allow myself to regain my breath, my checker shows himself to be a blonde pretty boy. As my gaze meets his I can't help but feel glad. Out of all the people to pick a fight with me I get a pretty boy who probably got his daddy's money to get into her. I can't help but sneer when seeing him, letting off on the innocent guy act as I walk past him chuckling to myself. As I continue on my current path and leave pretty boy to his own devices, I suddenly feel a spreading numbness on my shoulder blades as my arms go slack a bit. I look back at the blonde and met with a foot approaching the side of my face with speed. I quickly allow my knees to go slack, dropping me to the floor before I watch his foot change direction mid kick being brought down on my shoulder with an immense amount of strength. Suddenly a loud crack sound trumps the noise of the halls as all turn their attention to us...